Father God whose loving touch vanquishes the power of any virus or disease, physical and spiritual, may Your beautifully scarred hands caress the aches and pains of my body and soul until I am recovered to do Your divine assignments. Make me rest in fruitful healing as the sweet rest You grant me ushers in angels of healing to minister to my body and soul. Strengthen my spirit so that the enemy does not gain any ground while I am distracted by infirmity. Though I linger over old wounds, I know that there is healing in Your wings. May I praise You in all sickness, pain and hurt for the assurance that it is entirely well with my soul. Despite the selfish relief I too easily focus on, let the true desire of my heart be the refinement of my soul which You have ordained through suffering. In Your hands, I am assured that all things are for the benefit and good of Your Kingdom because my love for You runs deep, O Lord. Under the word of truth in Your gospel of Deuteronomy 7:15 and the authority of Christ, these prayers are an offering upon the altar of my God.
And the Lord will take away from you all sickness,
and none of the evil diseases of Egypt, which you knew,
will he inflict on you, but he will lay them on all who hate you.
Deuteronomy 7:15, ESV